goodnight Dream of a time when it was alright When I knew better It's just the same old tale [the same old tale] It's just the same old tale I'll run
, their privacy, lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old
We drink beers, smoke guns and play mackin' Well, it's the same old bullshit in every ghetto But niggas in my hood don't listen to heavy metal Just that
Seen 'em die just for foolish pride And those drivers always ask to hear that same old song That's a big ten-four From your back door Just put that
for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is for paladians. some people say that just because he was born in '72 and likes
the dream she was dreamin' I wanna know where is my fairy-tale? Where is my fairy-tale? EVERYTIME......................................... Sometimes
, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain, Maybe
Seen them die just for foolish pride And those drivers always ask to hear that same old song That's a big ten-four From your back door Just put that
Black people lives ain't the same And that's the Tale in my Hood Niggaz is up to no good You better watch em in them hoods I always thought livin'
you Just what I'm thinking That it feels like you, feels like I, feels like we do And it feels like feels like I, feels like we do And everyone's
deal The beats on the wheel, now how do you feel The cool vibe from my lyrical solo It beat on your chest when I'm bouncing like yoyo This story is old just like the tales
re Going To Leave For [Genius] Hey ! But It's The Same ! Can You Hear That ? [Twin Spirit N. 32] What ? [Genius] The Same Incredible Experience I Had It Is The Same
my breath again The world looks old to me Tonight I drink myself sober Soon this could be over Tale a picture of the pale New morning knocking Feels just like always
beautiful children Do you think you can just stop When you're ready for a change Who will take care of you When you're old and dying You burn in the
no Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class My father always
